Classic Poem

Choyce Peece of worth, your noblenesse doth show,
Hard'tis to search out sinne with awfull brow,
And ne'rethelesse a low mind to retain,
Rightly he commeth of a noble strain,
Labouring as he 's set above on high,
Ev'n to on sinne to have a watchfull eye;
Searching it our, lest that it should increase,

Having withall an humble Lowlines :
Oh Hard is this to search , and yet be Low !
Well, natheles your honour'd self doth so:
Arm'd so against sinne, with a search so pure,
Rightly iniquity cannot endure.
Drawing those hearts by lowlines I'm sure.